My mom is fucking crazy. I wish I had a normal family. Good God I do.

I'm having trouble doing anything. I think about traveling all the time. It'll be my escape from this prison of conformity and meaningless work. Let's hope it works. If I don't come back confidently sprinting toward a goal it will have been for nothing, but I'll be shocked if that doesn't happen ( Read more... )

I took the plunge and bought my ticket to travel today. Houston to Cairo. August 20th. It's for real. My mom will probably visit me for a week in Syria. She was scared and reluctant until I wrote her that showing her around Syria would be a gift from me to her; so she wrote me back a more positive email full of smiley faces and exclamation ( Read more... )

I love studying Arabic with Khaled. He's such a great teacher, and it's so nice that he enjoys teaching me, too ( Read more... )

The university education system is a primary obstacle in overcoming the apathy and conformism which is gripping our generation. If we dislike the fact that for the last seven years most of us have passively accepted one of the most violent, undemocratic presidential administrations in American history, we should be concerned about our university’s ( Read more... )

"Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world."

What happened tonight was very sad. I was with a group of Palestinians, and two got in a very heated argument with one storming out in hurt and anger ( Read more... )

Walking over the smooth, wet cement in my parking garage yesterday, I wiped out. My feet flew out from under me and I stuck my hand out to catch myself. I might have broken my wrist. The doctor's not sure. More X-rays to come ( Read more... )

Going to France should rock. Foreign girls should rock. I put my old phone to rest. How sad. That old Nokia took so much abuse: every bit of paint rubbed off; half of the screen's plastic cover cracked and fell out; I dropped the thing a thousand times; etc.. And yet no one appreciated it. No one called it "hard working" or "rugged". This ( Read more... )

The sad fact is, at some point, it's time to go to sleep. Nite!